Jacques stared rather fixedly at the sheet of paper. Just what was his father trying to do? The compliments bewildered him and made him on edge and uneasy. "Euh, no."
Good show, Jacques. How much more vague could he be? "I mean, no, this isn't my handwriting and no, you aren't interrupting, Citoyenne Vernet." He looked up at her and glanced very quickly at his father in an unspoken question- 'are you satisfied?'